Touch me and hold me close.
Ignore it, when I push you away.
Give me only a little space.
But don’t let me run away.

Dichotomy, splitting my mind.
I waiver and flux.
So much change from day to day.
But at my heart, I am the same.
Even when I cannot tell you,
know that you are loved.

Doubting my own value,
I cannot see what you love
and how I am worthy.
Sometimes, your whispers
reach inside me
and bloom hopeful flowers.

Can you trust that?
Even when I give you reason to wonder?
Please, be strong enough
for both yourself and me.
Some day, I plan on standing
so I can become your rock.


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